Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo

Oh, I can die a happy kitten, now that I've finally seen Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo.
Some of you who know me better know that I have a great fondness for drag. I'll bet none of you know that I spent a good part of my childhood slightly obsessed with ballet. The Trocks really touched something deep in my psyche, I think, and I feel somehow cured, as if I'd been suffering from a disease all these years, one that I had no idea I even had.
It was high camp, but without self-deprecation; gorgeous dancing; incredible comic timing. It was much more than that, too, but I'm too tired to try to describe it any more for now. The review that's linked on their website goes into a bit more detail.
Go see them if you can.